 Well, Chair, come, come. That's no way to talk to a man who's just reached 35. You're 35? 35 times what? Wait a minute. You're snapping your wig, my boy. If you remember at my last birthday party, I had a cake with only 35 candles on it. Yeah, but at the bottom it said, continued on the next cake. But what does age matter? I saw your last picture and I thought you were great. That's a coincidence. So did I. Read that line again. There's a talent scout here tonight from the Wilson Ham Company. Ha!